Author chit chat: This is my first fanfic, so be kind, but most of all make sure to review please please please! It helps me to keep writing. Also if you have any ideas to put in, feel free to tell me them (I am only 12-13 years old, so my spelling might not be perfect, but bear with me. ) I wrote this because I wanted a happy ending to the story, and I felt like all the other fanfics were to short, so I am going to try to write a long-ish story.

I obviously do not own legend, our any of its characters, those I will leave to Mary Lu.

CHAPTER 1: THE DINNER

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

REPUBLIC OF AMERICA

TEN YEARS LATER

1836 HOURS, JULY 11.

BATALLA SECTOR, LOS ANGELES.

78° F.

JUNE

As I walk out from my apartment in the Batalla sector, my eyes involuntarily scan the crowd, old military reflexes I guess. Suddenly I notice something out of the ordinary. I have to do a double take. I see a pair of young men. One has blonde curls and glasses, and wildly gestures his hands while speaking. The other seems slightly more reserved, with his hands placed in his pockets, though a smile still touches the edges of his lips. His hair is different then what I remember, shorter, and a bit crazy, but it is defiantly him. I try not to stare but Day notices me, sending my heart beating crazily in my chest, he has not looked at me in such a way for many long years. He intently stares as though he remembers me, but I remind myself that that's not possible. Keeping my head down, hoping he wont give me a second and won't notice me again, I swiftly begin walking towards Tess's house, wondering if she knows he is here. I cant turn around, I tell myself. I must not. It is better for him. It turns out though, that I do not have to. I hear quiet footsteps coming up beside me – Day always treads quietly. I am stopped dead in my tracks. Oh no, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid.

Day- no, Daniel, I remind myself angrily, calls out to me. "Excuse me. Do I know you?" I try to smile at him as sweetly and as innocently as I can, but my inner pain and sorrow shows through my eyes, and he can see it, I can tell.

"Sorry, I don't think so. You must have the wrong person sir." I force myself to begin walking away. I call ". I have to get going to a friends place." He grabs my arm before I can escape. Just his touch is enough to send electricity coursing through my vein. As much as I want to shove it down, I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Are you sure? I feel." He pauses. " Like I know you from somewhere. You might think this sound ridiculous," he says with a hint of anguish, his sadness showing on his face. I force down the urge to hug him, to comfort him. He then looks at me again, as though he wants to say something, but he doesn't. Instead his eyes widen. I look behind me. Has something happened? "Its you" he says. The hope rising in my chest is too much to block.

"Is it?" I quietly whisper, a slight tremble in my voice, the few walls I put up starting to crack.

"It is. I think I would like to know get to know you better." he reaches out and entwines my hand with his. He encloses it in a handshake. And just like that, I am linked with him again. I feel the pulse of our bond and history and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together. No. I think again. Not after what I did to him. He could not bear the pain again. He deserves to live his life free of pain considering what he has had to bear.

"Hi," he says. "I'm Daniel."

"Hi," I reply. "I'm June."

"Just his touch is enough to send my mind off track and make my vision fuzzy. I naturally want to embrace him, but I suppress my instinct, and pull my hand back.

"Where is it you are going? Can I meet you later today?" he asks.

"I'm just going down to a friends house around here." I reply, my voice shaky, again reminding myself that this will never work.

"Ah, that's funny. "So am I," He responds with a smile, distracting me from our conversation. he does, after all have such a lovely smile. Pulling me back to reality, a though just occurred to me, one that is giving me a queasy feeling in my stomach.

"Is your friend's name Tess?" I ask slowly, not knowing what to expect. Day's smile suddenly vanishes, replaced by a look of interest and yet surprise, his ever-present mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"why yes, it is," he responds. my shoulders slump. Great. I am going to dinner with Day- Daniel, but I know that I cannot bear the thought of hurting him again. If he remembers what it did to his mother-. I push the thought out of my mind. I start thinking of ways to avoid this dinner, when Eden jumps in with a smug look on his face. I nearly forgot he was there. His smile tells me instantly that he must be part of this too.

"Hi June" he says innocently, revealing nothing, his eyes wide.

"Well Eden, you have grown." I say, And he has. He is no longer is blind, but his eyes still carry the faint purple mark of the plague, and he still has to wear his thick rimmed glasses, to see. Actually, He looks like a much younger version of Day. His blonde curls drop down to his shoulders.

As I reach out to give him a hug, he whispers in my ear with a sincere voice "try to enjoy yourself tonight June. We haven't told him anything, and his memory still has not improved, but he will remember soon." Just the thought of this makes my stomach flip, like I am out on the track with Ollie.

Just after that, before I can figure what is happening, I am right in front of Tess's doorway, while Day rings the bell, his brother at his side.

Author notes: so i have revised and edited this chapter to improve it. Enjoy the following chapters, and comments are appreciated.